#and i just wanted to gif the rainbow lights 😭

[mac-and-thefox]

MAC!!!!! 21 and/or 28 with Swiss and whoever else u want!

GAIGE!!! I finally had the spoons to write smut again, so here you go my dear!!

I'm sorry this took so long 😭😭

Some Rulti mirror thigh-fucking, just for you!

Soft as Silk

Rain stands in front of the mirror, watching the way the fabric of the silk slip shifts against his stomach as he twists his body from side to side. Rain loves silk. He loves the way it feels like water against his skin, cool and soft. He has been wanting to wear one of these for awhile, it feels intimate, a little forbidden. 

The slip is a creamy white, almost pearlescent in the way it shimmers and catches the light as Rain runs his hands along his torso and over his hips. His fingers catch on the pale blue-gray lace trim along the bottom of the slip, sliding underneath to trace along his thighs. Rain bites his lower lip, releasing a soft moan as he watches his hand inch underneath the fabric to cup at the soft bulge barely hiding underneath.

Rain slowly runs a finger up and down the underside of his cock, teasing himself with soft, feather-light touches. He wraps his hand around the growing length and slowly strokes up and down, rubbing his thumb over the head, spreading the small pearls of precum around. His eyes travel upwards, following his other hand as it snakes its way up his body, stopping to skate along the lace covering his chest, fingering the delicate flowers that perfectly match the color of the flush spreading across his cheeks and collarbones. Rain watches his hand travel up towards his neck. His fingers wrap around his throat and he moans as he squeezes his own throat lightly, still fingering himself under the slip with his other hand. His cock grows hard under his soft ministrations, kicking in his hand. He moans again, voice pitching up as he slides a finger tip along his gills,  squeezing his own throat again. 

“Hey Rainbow, I was wondering if you wanted to go for a walk with me—Oh…”

Rain spins towards the door to see Swiss standing in his doorway, a coat clutched in hand. Rain moves to cover himself with his arms, wrapping them around his chest and torso as he gapes at Swiss with a wide-eyed stare. 

“I didn’t…it’s not…this isn’t what it looks like!” Rain stammers, tail curling around his calf tightly.

Swiss stands there, mouth slightly open as he takes in the sight before him. Rain fidgets with the hem of the slip, the other arm still wrapped around himself as Swiss slowly approaches him, dropping his coat on the ground and pulling his shirt over his head. Swiss stands behind Rain, settling his hands on his shoulders as he looks the Water ghoul up and down in the mirror.

“What…is this?” Swiss asks, words falling slowly, haltingly, out of his mouth.

“It–it’s nothing, just something Cirrus gave me,” Rain whispers, shuddering at the feeling of Swiss running his nose up and down Rain’s neck and behind his ear, scenting him, never taking his eyes off of Rain in the mirror.

“My dear Rainy, this does not look like ‘nothing’,” Swiss growls. 

Rain watches in the mirror as Swiss’s hands leave his shoulders, running across his chest and sliding down his waist, across his stomach. There’s a hungry look in the Multi ghoul’s half-lidded eyes, and Rain emits a small whimper as Swiss’s large hands move to grasp at his waist, hooking his chin over Rain’s shoulder. 

“You look so pretty like this,” Swiss murmurs, feeling the soft silk of the slip beneath his hands, “Wanna feel you against my skin.”

Rain whines low in his throat. Swiss moves in closer behind him and Rain can feel Swiss’s chest press against his back, his rapidly swelling cock pushing into the cleft of his ass. Rain shrinks into himself slightly turning away from his reflection, a lilac blush spreading across his cheeks and collarbones. 

“Hey, don’t hide baby. Let me see your beautiful face, there we go,” Swiss brings a hand up to cup Rain’s jaw, making the Water ghoul look at himself in the mirror as Swiss licks a hot stripe up the side of Rain’s neck.

“Look at what you do to me, looking so…enticing like this.”

Swiss kisses up and down Rain’s neck, hands back to roaming Rain’s body, feeling the soft silk under his callused hands. Rain moans, feeling a tightness in his stomach as Swiss slowly rolls his hips into him, grinding his cock into Rain’s ass. He leans back into Swiss’s chest, allowing his head to fall to the side to allow the Multi ghoul more access to his neck and shoulders. 

Swiss obliges, groaning soft praise into Rain’s skin as he trails a path of wet, open-mouthed kisses from Rain’s neck along his shoulder. His hands move up Rain’s stomach to his chest, finding his nipples through the lace and teasing them into warm, perky buds, pebbling through the silk. 

“Hmm…what’s this?” Swiss murmurs into Rain’s shoulder, grinding more insistently against his ass.

“Huh–wha?” Rain pants, meeting Swiss’s eye in the mirror. 

He follows Swiss’s piercing gaze slowly down his body, between his legs, to the dark spot spreading on the silk of the slip. The pearlescent white fabric hides nothing as it grows translucent with moisture, revealing the indigo head of his leaking cock. He watches Swiss’s hand trail down his body, fingers toying with the lace at the hem. Rain gasps and grabs handfuls of Swiss’s pants to ground himself as he watches Swiss’s fingers disappear under the slip and close around his cock.

Swiss rubs his thumb over the head of Rain’s cock, collecting the precum and smearing it around. He wraps his fingers around the Water ghoul’s slick length, pumping his hand slowly up and down under the slip. Rain lets out a moan, fully falling back against Swiss’s chest, knees weakening at the feeling of the Multi ghoul’s massive paw around his cock.

“For someone who was so embarrassed at me finding you this way, you sure seem to be enjoying the attention” Swiss growls into Rain’s ear, holding his trembling body up against him with a strong arm across the smaller ghoul’s chest. 

“I…just…please, Swiss,” Rain pants, sagging against the larger ghoul. His eyes slip slowly shut and Rain lets out a gasping cry as Swiss’s hand speeds up around his cock. The wet, filthy sounds of skin on slicked-up skin fill his ears.

“Hey now...I told you to keep your eyes open, Rainy,”

Rain’s eyes fly open with a choked gasp as a callused hand wraps itself around his throat and squeezes lightly.

“Why would you want to look away? You look so beautiful, falling apart for me like this.” Swiss whispers, his breaths coming hot on Rain’s neck as he continues grinding himself into Rain’s ass, keeping tempo with the hand on the Water ghoul’s cock.

Rain glances down his nose at the reflection in the mirror, vision hazy. The ghoul looking back at him pants heavily under his partner’s touch, eyes heavy and dark, pupils blown wide with lust. His hair is mussed, dark curls falling across his face, shiny with the sheen of sweat. He watches the ghoul in the mirror bring his hands up to his heaving chest, cupping his tits in his hands and kneading them, pushing them together and bunching the scraps of silk and lace with them. Rain watches the ghoul in the mirror throw his head back against Swiss’s shoulder and arch his spine as he grinds back against Swiss’s hot, rock hard cock, pushing his tits more forcefully into his hands, crying out as the hands in the mirror twist and pull at his nipples. 

“Ahh…Swiss…”

Swiss groans in approval, moving his hand from Rain’s throat to release himself from his pants, shoving them down to his knees. His erection springs free, slapping against his stomach before Swiss grips it and positions it between Rain’s thighs, below the cleft of his asscheeks. Swiss brings his hand to Rain’s hip, grabbing it in a bruising grip and moving Rain’s body back against him. He lets out a gasping moan at the feel of Rain’s slick between his legs, covering his cock and allowing him to slowly start fucking Rain’s ass crack and thighs. Swiss grabs Rain’s hand, bringing it away from his tits and down to his leaking cock.

“Touch yourself for me, baby. Wanna watch you make yourself feel good,” Swiss moans as he pumps himself in and out of the tight space between Rain’s legs.  

Rain wraps his hand around himself, gasping at the difference between Swiss’s warm hand and his cold one. His hips buck up into his grip, and he squeezes the base, whimpering at the pressure. He wraps his tail around Swiss’s waist in an effort to pull the Multi ghoul closer.

Swiss hooks his chin over Rain’s shoulder, gripping his waist with both hands as he moves Rain’s body back and forth on his cock, letting out a hoarse cry at the increase in pressure as Rain squeezes his thighs together. Rain looks at Swiss’s face in the mirror, his stomach clenching at the sight of the Multi ghoul looking fucked out already and drunk on the feeling of Rain’s slick coating the insides of his muscular, lithe swimmer’s thighs, milking Swiss’s cock. Swiss’s eyes fall shut at the obscene sounds coming from where his cock disappears and reappears in the cleft of Rain’s ass, the squelching sound of wetness and skin slapping against skin. He opens his eyes, gazing hungrily under heavy lids at Rain in their reflection.

“Fuck, you look so hot right now.” Swiss groans, increasing the speed of his thrusts. 

“Swiss…please…feels s’good” Rain pants, speeding up his hand on himself to match Swiss’s rhythm. 

“Being so good for me, gonna cum between your thighs, make it all nice and creamy.” Swiss’s hips  begin stuttering as he nears his climax.

He reaches around Rain’s body, knocking his hand away and grabbing his cock. Rain’s hands fly back to his tits, kneading and twisting his nipples, whimpering and keening as the Multi ghoul sets a punishing pace in his thrusts and on the hand flying up and down his cock.

“Need to cum…please, Swiss,”

“Cum for me, Raindrop, I’m right there with you. Cum with me,” Swiss pants.

Rain’s body goes rigid as he cums over Swiss’s hand, reaching behind him to wind his hands around Swiss’s neck as his knees begin to buckle with the intensity of his orgasm. Swiss cries out behind him, whining as he cums between Rain’s thighs, coating the inside of Rain’s silk slip with ropes of white, soaking through the fabric. The two ghouls slide slowly to the floor, Rain resting against Swiss’s chest, breath coming in quick gasps. 

Swiss wraps his arms around the spent Water ghoul, pulling him closer against him. He nuzzles Rain’s cheek, purring softly. 

“Please wear this again.”  

“It’s ruined,” Rain looks down at his slip, the silk stained with cum and sweat.

Swiss coughs out a laugh, pressing a kiss to the Water ghoul’s damp curls, “Then I will buy you as many as your heart desires.”

#mac writes #ask prompt #Rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #ghost fan fiction #rain x swiss #rulti

[tenko-thinks]

Hi! My birthday was a few days ago and I was sick and miserable (still am or I'd try to write things myself 😭) and didn't really get to celebrate it. I also unfortunately remembered none of my S/Os remembered my birthday without having to be reminded and it made me depressed. May I ask how Douma and Gyutaro would celebrate reader's birthday please? I would ask for the clones, but I can do that in another one like before ><;;

Aw I'm sorry to hear that !! I'm more than happy to do something to make you feel at least a lil better !! And of course you can send the clones for a follow up ♡

Celebrating Your Birthday

cws : babygirl it's all rainbows and kittens here, gn!reader

Ft : Douma and Gyutaro

Douma

It's your birthday? Oh joyous day !!

Douma is very much the type to wake you up the moment the moon rises on the day of your birth. He's got several plans ! He even canceled sermon for you!

First thing first is dressing you in the fanciest garments he could get you. Claiming it to be your first gift.

The second is a large feast prepared by the best chefs the cult has to offer! He sits across from you to watch as you eat. He can't eat himself but seeing you light up because it's all your favorites? That is satisfactory enough.

He takes you to the lotus gardens of paradise, sits you on a bench and tells you to watch.

Using his blood demon art he effectively puts on a theatre performance, lamenting he couldn't take you to a real show due to time never being in his favor. But he put this together to emulate it! Even having cultists play traditional music to accompany it.

You think that's it when he sits beside you, staring up at the sky. And when he says nothing you follow his gaze.

He had set up a fireworks show in your honor. Reaching to hold your hand for it.

If you cry ? Just lean on him. He will be there for you,

Gyutaro

Gyutaro isn't very good at being sentimental, but he knows what matters to you. And he'll do his best to show you he cares in ways you may not expect.

He wakes you up with breakfast in bed. Made by one of the kyogoku girls. Ordered by ume. With Gyutaro requesting your favorites.

He spends the day with you, separated from his sister. And presents a gift of jewelry ( that he absolutely stole. ) to you! Stray cat method of love.

Gyu isn't someone who will take you out on the town like Douma. Because of how he looks. He doesn't want the attention stolen from you because he's hideous.

So if you want to go out, he'll have ume take you. Telling her to buy whatever you might ask for. Even if she complains.

But if you're fine spending the entirety of the day with him? He won't admit to being flustered about it. Wasting something so special as your time on him..

So you sit and enjoy his company for the day, eventually falling asleep beside him while he combs his fingers through your hair.

#kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny x reader #douma x reader #douma #gyutaro x reader #gyutaro #kny gyutaro #kny douma

[seb-owns-these-tatas]

7th Dimension | Gojo Satoru Multi-Fic (Chapter 8)

7TH DIMENSION MASTERLIST

PREVIOUSLY ON CHAPTER 7.9

7TH DIMENSION WATTPAD VERSION/LINK (I am entirely ahead on this site now. 7th Dimension on Wattpad has now accumulated more than 10 chapters even before I published this one tonight. There are minimal scenes back in the previous chapters which has been altered there, so sorry about to those who only read my updates through Tumblr because there might be some differences in Satoru’s characteristics which has been changed on Wattpad already, yet y'all are bound to read the altercations in further chapters. Heehee.)

。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。

Characters: Gojo Satoru x Small!Naive!Fem!Foreign!Reader | THIS IS A MULTI-CHAPTER FIC. THIS IS AN X READER FANFIC WHO HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO THE DIMENSION OF JUJUTSU KAISEN | (Trust me, you'll live. I hope?)

Summary: A day spent with Satoru had built and concocted rainbows and butterflies. Until he had to pull out another mischievous stunt beneath his blindfolds that ticked you to the bones, leaving you in a flustering mess and with a broken promise that you've believed him to be ignorant of. Or so you thought?

Warnings: Gojo being Gojo. Quick story tellin' upon what happened during the intimate apparel moment you had with him that he has forced you in back on the previous chapters. LMAO. Maki Zenin has been introduced in this chapter. Gojo wouldn't be physically present for this chapter and on the next too. But he has his scenes. Heehee. Y'all better miss him when he comes back. We're giving the spotlight to his students for the mean time. Y/N, Y/L/N means the input of your name and then your last name. It's just for one dialogue mentioned by Megumi, though. Heehee. Megumi GIF's! <3 

A/N: Here's chapter 8 that I promised! If y'all have any suggestions for songs that are fit for 7th Dimension, please don't hesitate to comment, message or tell me! I'm open for any songs to listen to whenever I'm writing! <3 Thank you so much! Also wanna include a playlist chapter for this fanfic book we have. <3 

7th Dimension Taglist: @dailystsg (Send me an ask or message if you want to be added or removed, bb’s!)

FEEDBACKS HELP A LOT FOR A WRITER. REBLOGS AND COMMENTS MAKE MY HEART TINGLE AND SQUEAL, ISTG. 💙 I DO APPRECIATE THEM ALL. Your feedbacks and kind words makes me forget the fatigue that I'm in!

SORRY IF THERE ARE LOTS OF TYPOS AND GRAMMAR ERRORS WITH EVERY CHAPTER I WRITE. I ain't a professional writer! I'm just a potato-hoe! LMAO.

Words: 6.8k+

Disclaimer: PNG's or pictures used in edits, also those posted are not mine especially the GIF's. (I dunno how to make GIF's 😭) (Other Megumi Fushiguro GIFs are from ydotome here on Tumblr! <3 Credits to the users!) I only own the plot of 7th Dimension. But, not Jujutsu Kaisen's storyline and the characters themselves. OG characters are created by me and will be stated during my brief author's notes. I apologize for the typos or grammatical errors by the way! English isn't my first language so I'm so sorry in advance! Character development and personalities are based from my understanding and how I want them to be for the sake of the story.

"GO-JO SA-TO-RUUUUU! WHERE-THE-HECK-ARE-YOU-HIDING?!"

Per vowel had been a heap of emotional amalgams. Those of which considered sentiments of a shamed woman. You've run an expectation from the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer, wrapping your mind over the experiences and bond you had with Satoru Gojo. His arrogant and cheeky character being brought to light after such an enthralling engagement of a day. This mental picture you had of him bordered with rainbows, bliss and dreams---that was merely fictitious.

For the reason of one stunt he mischievously pulled today. Those impressions had been thrown in the dumps, tied along through wraps of dark, sable plastic bags and had been chomped by disgusting rats.

A fantasy that should've been considered as your hapless delusions.

He'd made you eat crow, his actions placing you in a seat filled with abash and realization that those conceptualization will forever just be a folktale ought to be a thorough fib and a shaggy-dog story.

In account of Satoru's stunt that he just pulled under those foolish clothing that covered his damn heavenly eyes, you were going ape. The anger seen from Inside Out that was shown and created by Disney had been an elaborated representation of who you are right now. The Tiny-Chan who'd went berserk and trying to pin-point where your target was.

You were obviously the victim here. It wasn't Satoru, no.

Hence, standing in the middle of a large track and field wasn't enough to track down the menace. Once you were in a towering---tiny rage and in ones chagrin, the determination was set unrelented. By hook or by crook, you were ticking this down on your bribery notes you had for Satoru. Alongside, thinking of his broken promise as another of your protection rackets you had for him.

"I'M BURNING YOU ALIVE, YOU ANNOYING BLINDFOLDED IDIOT! JUST YOU WAIT AND SEE!"

In the midst of rousing from your day. The sunlight irradiating panels of warm beam across your face despite of remembering how you've left it closed last night. Your wonderment quickly has been given an answer to when you've been greeted by your stuffed cat toy who was neatly placed on the end of your bed. You were still sleepy-eyed, blinking through your awakened slumber. Blurry vision adapting along a morning you've hoped to be peaceful even just for the time being.

Just for at least the moment you haven't stepped foot outside Satoru's dormitory room because he might be lurking around somewhere.

Yet, the hope has just been a chasm of shattered dreams when your prized possession named 'Toru' had such a patterned, flowery piece of Granny-panties worn across its head; delineating it as a form of blindfold---much to his sheer jolly and persistent belief that you've chosen the white cat in hopes of remembering him when he wasn't around. It stretched across its poor head, squeezing it as if 'Toru' was being suffocated.

Death from Granny Panties it was then.

Waking up to that alone was enough to consider why you've even thought that Satoru was capable of holding a green flag alongside the red.

But, you were caught raising the red flag and probably screaming his full name on your pillow when you've seen a pre-recorded device that rested upon the bed-side table. Curiosity killed the cat---it even spoiled the broth; the fantasy of a dream you've wished to have once you've pressed play.

Thus, through gritted teeth, you've listened. The device being placed on your ear and you've felt a mixture of emotions rush through you. "Now, now. Don't be shy---," Satoru's recorded voiced inflamed the ignominy of a half-meant blague, egging on to the reaction he had gotten since that train escapades you both had. Not gonna lie, but he'd gotten you on the first half of his pause. His silvery pitch stimulating that warmth spreading through your belly when the second half of his pre-recorded message had your fingers tightly clutching onto the device like you were bound to hurl them away.

"---Feel free to wear it, Tiny-Chan. Hehehe. Don't miss me too much, alright?"

You were actually kicking your feet underneath the duvet like a spoiled and pettish kid.

Satoru even stoked your infuriation up. His stunts never ended with that. He was known to be ambitious, having this certain desire to top off more than what was expectant of him. You've thought he would've been lenient towards you, perceiving that mercy he had for his students had already been a special prize earned for you.

Yet, you were wrong.

Satoru had taken all of your underwear that has already been washed and were newly bought by him. The embarrassment you've gathered with every type of intimate apparel that he had criticized and joyously taken part in. Others being handpicked by the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer as if he acted that he would get a fortunate stroke of serendipity over seeing you in it.

You've convinced yourself that he was the financer and let him sort what he thought would float your boat.

His choices were safe because he'd taken at least every type and choice along the basket you've held. From an intimate apparel that you would surely wear till the peppery hot ones. Downright naughty and obscene enough for you to think twice, making you stop in your tracks as you've did a double take; a double-check on the apparels alone.

The blistering heat traveling towards your face when you've given each a thorough inspection, your expressions pulling your face into a blend of horror and embarrassment.

It was entirely surprising that despite of how he was haphazardly selecting which was which, the sizes were actually damn right.

Because the perverted idiot has coaxed you into telling your vital statistics to him.

He even got to the point of slipping a risquè lingerie without even being aware of it until it was finally in a heap of intimate apparels that the cashier has randomly dropped off in one go which earned a whisper grumble of your native language once you've deliberately took a side-step to hid behind Satoru's gigantuan height to cast a shadow upon your humiliation.

If only you were in your dimension---you wouldn't have been this much of a beggar.

This third stunt he pulled sent you in a fit of rage because he has left you with nothing but those Granny-Pannies he had worn over Neko-san. How maddened you were after seeing the drawer that were once filled with new set of undergarments after having a neat, calming shower and expecting that he wouldn't make your hackles rise more, you've completely underestimated the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer alive.

Gojo had left you nothing but those granny-pannies and a bra that matched with the pattern of it. Highly remembering that you had not bought nor had the possibility that he had slip them in the basket aside from the coveted lingerie you had no idea in.

Which resulted why you screaming your lungs out in the middle of Tokyo Jujutsu High's Track N' Field like a berserk woman, hunting down Satoru through high and low, knowing damn well that he teleports wasn't helping the idea that he did not want to be seen nor remembered the promise he made in the middle of your supposed to be slumber.

"Tiny-Chan!"

You were seated on the side of your bed. Ready to have the nap of your life when Satoru suddenly popped in like a bubble in front of you. The blindfolded man-child just used his teleportation abilities like he had already been using them from the start without prevarication. He was now garbed in his usual Jujutsu uniform. His Stygian blindfolds over his eyes as if he had work or had been working after that rendezvous you've had with him, this succeeding ventures had been after the meeting he had with that particular principal and the old man he was pertaining to back at the time being.

"What the---really!---don't you know how to knock, Satoru?!" you've held onto your chest, your heart beating fast and not knowing if it was because of the fact that he surprised you or was it because of his unsolicited presence around the room.

It was probably both. Since you weren't entirely acceptant over the idea that people had the privilege to pop around and second was the actuality that his presence alone had been too compelling for the heart that he was inured to this unwelcomed invite to his---well...---own quarters.

"Oi, Isn't this my room to start with?" Satoru retorted, sending the question back in a beguiled, contemptuous resonance of his voice. He'd brought a finger, pointing towards the ceiling to quip his sarcasm as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, "---You're technically the trespasser here."

You've opened your mouth to speak but called a halt to it, giving him a shrug of your shoulder instead. This period of lethargy taking a toll on you, worn to a frazzle to even retaliate to his accustomed teasing here and there.

Again, this came forth to be the new normal for you when you've began to exhibit your presence from the moment you've stepped foot on Satoru's dimension. If earth---the one you lived in for years had everyone adapting to their dilemma of habituating to COVID-19's new normal--- Perhaps, in the actuality of Satoru's world, he was the plague needed to be adapted.

Such a wonderful, stellar, headache of a plague indeed.

"Whatever. It's like...past midnight already. What do you want?"

Satoru was wasting his time---your time---into hemming and hawing before actually being forthright, gaping up at the ceiling and trying to mentally word out what he wanted to say with a lingering hum. "Hm..." he trailed off, a thick finger situated under his chin while he began to mule over the idea he had, "I want breakfast tomorrow."

You've given him a lethargic blink of an eye, those random conversations and discussions you had with him seeming to bore inside your mind that you had to mention again, "I remembered you told me you knew how to cook on your own."

Hence, the white-haired Jujutsu Sorcerer was---obviously---proud at that. Satoru even told you and by meaning of telling, he gladly emphasized that he could do a lot of things---Anything. Gojo bragged to make it clear, which is why it was making you wonder why you were being asked to cook for him aside from his sweets that he has always been selfish of, keeping them all for him to take and devour.

"Yep! Hehe. Your ruptured head's recovering then! I'm glad you remembered how I could do a lot of things!" Satoru chuckled. You've never noticed that he feigned the awkwardness that seem to strain along his words with a laugh, like a kid being caught for lying or for whatever he wanted to actually say.

"It's because you just basically told me about it this morning when we were out for shopping," you raised a brow, wanting him to continue further. A solid reasoning that could get you to say yes as you added, "---What's in it for me if I do so?"

That sounded like a curt query. The first dulled reply he had gotten out of you today. This out of the blue visit he had was eating away at him. Satoru was mentally blaming your obstinate reasoning over all. Whether you had trust issues, he had no idea. It appeared like you always needed evidences through your words---his words---to believe a fact. He seemed to be dwelling this casual conversation too much with you because of a timbre that he had an aversion to but he just could not get the proper words out of his mouth verbally tonight.

Did he do something wrong?

The Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer began to putter around his old room, wandering towards a vacant area within his chambers that his own, impulsive footing has brought him in before he could even come to realize. He'd graciously leaned on the wall with the need to cross his arms in his snazzy posture.

"Well, I just want you to cook breakfast for me. Although, I'm not craving for anything sweet tomorrow. Perhaps, after. I probably would. So, what do ya' say, huh?"

Reveling more in such a sapped state made you more nonchalant than ever. The most offhand chatter he ever experienced with you. It made his lukewarm conversations he had with Nanami Kento sound better than this enervated discourse he was having. Had he visited you in a wrong time then? Were you sick? Had you experienced another mindwrecking headache again?

What was he even saying? His mouth forced the urge to frown from his concealed, latent thoughts. Another discovery, one that left him slightly perturbed through that sheltered cage he never wanted to rattle. Though, he'd also learned and caught sight of your bare, fretful toes shaded beneath the ends of your Pajamas that were of a flurry, grazing against each other as time passed by with him.

You were knackered and anxious at the same time.

"Kay, Satoru."

Satoru blinked from beneath his blindfolds, his hands that were now inside his pockets seeming to cease from aimlessly touching the fabrics and his possessions inside when he'd heard that totally bushed out whisper of yours, the bonny obedience---an off the record finding that he'd somehow perceived to be oddly captivating have dragged that significant heat towards that deepest parts of him.

It traversed towards bizarre points ought to be tinted in hues. This fuzzy feeling of his scattering in positions he was not ready for. An intricate sentiment that was filled of recondite senses; more so than what a battle of Jujutsu could ever bring him in.

"Kay? As simple as that? Uh---Alright, alright. You're not complaining this time? Not even a single one? No rebuttal or anything?"

He'd taken a fat pause, seeming to be taken to a spot that made his side unfavorable when it never---ever---happened before. Satoru knew he should've thought twice despite of not acquiring the said word from the dictionary. This whole weary discussion he was having had been purely adverse from his rash decisions of his inability to catch some z's since the last few months.

It had become dreadful. Tiring to be honest because the longest snooze he had was at least a maximum of two to three hours tops.

He was entirely aware that you were in your most jaded condition. Definitely a shedload of your pooped state that Satoru has encountered for the very first time. You were slothful upon blinking, cutesy as he ever did inattentively identified while waiting for him to say anything else. Was it this unsettling feeling that left him uncomfortable now when you weren't talking a lot?

Satoru Gojo wanted you talking. He was bent on for you to throw things at him. A tissue paper, a pillow or anything at least, much to his surreal proclivity. The white-haired Jujutsu Sorcerer subtly desired for your piqued retaliations for his rash, annoying gestures and habits.

Yet, this wasn't what he has mentally pictured to be in when he had impulsively welcomed himself to announce his presence to your fatigued form.

"Don't forget to save a portion of meal for you too." Satoru added as a matter of fact, not getting the right words out of his mouth that earned an indistinct, shaky grin from the latter.

A tottering grin?

It was a far-fetched idea. One that was impossible for the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer but he felt it.

You raised both of your brows, certainly leaving you skeptical into thinking that you would cook only for him when it wasn't even his precious sweetmeats to begin with, "You think I'm going to cook only for you? Hey, I've learned from my mistakes over how you're not bound on sharing yours. You're an uncharitable, guy."

He chuckled underneath that subtle, miniscule, waver of his breath, "You sure know that only happens with my sweets, Tiny-Chan." pause. "---says the penny-pinching, parsimonous girl who's cheap as heck when it's not even her money to begin with. Look at all these bags scattered around." Gojo simply flicked a wrist to gesture towards the chaotic paper bags, those that were of a higgledy-piggledy mountain of them casted off on one corner. His slovenly speech continuing on, "---yet, to think that you're calling me uncharitable?"

"Oh, hush. I'm done arguing about that tonight. I'll deal with you tomorrow. Kay? Sweet dreams!" It was short. Blunt. Impassive which had been contrast to that keyed up heart dancing to the Macarena when Satoru had visited you during the night, unprompted.

This contrasting fusion inhabiting more to your jaded silence that waited with bated breath. You were trying to finish the conversation with him, his presence that has always created rattles after rattles for your heart. Every minute of the day and every time you were adapting, it seemed like it was becoming easier to control it all through an exterior, a veneer composure masked from the outside. But, in all sincerity---you were internally rickety whenever he was around and whenever you were entirely conscious of him.

With all possible haste, you've pulled the hem of the duvet over your head, turning your body away from the Jujutsu Sorcerer who tarried a bit longer than he intended to. He'd deliberated towards your answer that went straight over your shoulder, literally and figuratively. He'd stared with wonder, caught from the rude awakening that you've tried to cease in between the nightly discussion you were having with him.

Guess Satoru had to goof off on other things instead to surpass this insomnia he was having.

"E-Eh? But---you're gonna' cook breakfast for me, right?" his mouth was unable to fight the frown off his face from being shunned to the side, thwarted by the brief end of a conversation that he was experiencing from his Tiny-chan. He'd impatiently waited for a little while before gaining nothing but your intentional silence in return, "---It's a promise then! Goodnight! See you tomorrow! Hehe!" Gojo sent a feigned, final beam before he'd clasped his hands together, popping off like a bubble like how he'd popped in as quick as how he'd appeared was as brisk as how he had left.

You'd breathed out a sigh of relief, stretching out your folded, rubbery legs from the fetus position you were in once you were tucked in your own bundle of unpigmented color of a duvet.

Satoru simply did not want to eat alone. This anomalous instinct of keeping you around at all costs, seizing you under the tutelage of his influential existence. He actually had just taken a fancyto have breakfast with you and his attempt over saying the exact words were futile to his damned surprise.Though, he was satisfied over the results of this unwanted visit he planned because it still had you cooking for him, brewing another planned bonding and schedule of a rendezvous he'd covertly anticipated for.

Until his world needed him again and again, aspiring to pour cold water over this morning meal he had in mind.

"Megumi."

Maki Zenin, currently a second-year student at Tokyo Jujutsu High. She was born as a non-sorcerer in one of the Big Three Sorcerer Families and has been constantly mistreated which lead to her own ousting from the Zenin clan. She held onto her wooden stick made to use for training that hung over her shoulders. Her hazel peepers criticizing your form over the middle of the wide-reaching field, a nameless woman who was screaming where the heck was Gojo Satoru hiding.

Megumi sat along the cemented stairs, watching you with an impassive expression on his face. Probably judging why you were screaming in the middle of it all and was musing the cause through your rampage that was certainly out of the blue.

"Zenin-Senpai." he acknowledged her with a lethargic drawl of his voice. He was inert upon blinking to himself when they were a witness of those child-like stomps you were giving to the poor ground as you peered up at the sky. The next yelling filled with native phrases they couldn't decipher.

"Thought, I told you to never call me that," pause. "---There's a mad, foreign woman screaming the blindfolded dumbass's name like a haunted prayer."

Maki stated as a matter of fact, another one of Satoru's students who doesn't seem to respect him as a person due to his renowned very goofy attitude of his, even as he was her teacher and senior. The young second year student pondered upon who you were, "What did he do now?" she'd taken a pause, scrutinizing you from head to foot through her eyeglasses that allowed her to see cursed-spirits. She'd considered your height and judged your existence to be more on the younger side, "---Is she a new first year?"

"Huh?" Megumi was caught off guard at that as he had given Maki a glance, shaking his head to correct her, "---No. That's Eigo-San."

"Eigo-San?" she'd responded in utmost curiosity for the sobriquet given, her eyebrows furrowed enough to express her befuddlement.

"Y/L/N, Y/N." Fushiguro continued further, stabilizing the context of his information with the right details as he played with fingers, keeping them together as they've given you both their gazes. Gojo's name being repeatedly called out loud in the middle of all in piqued repetition.

"---A woman who happened to come from another dimension. No identity other than a name."

Maki has given him a glance of the dubiety for such a ridiculous viewpoint and theory. This source of amazement never to be expected by such an occurrence that was bound to happen, "Expect that you'll be seeing her a lot. She's always with Gojo-Sensei. She doesn't have a choice because she doesn't have anyone else aside from him."

She had her mouth ajar for a moment, trying to get that whammy of an information gradually taking its process inside her brain before she gave Megumi a grin, "That happens now too? Travelling from one world and to the other?---" pause. "---Is there actually another dimension aside from the one we're standing on right now? The world sure is changing then." Maki drawled the end of her words a little, disbelief framing her face as the wind hits her face. The short ponytail for her sage green hair that she'd fixed for herself swaying along the breeze of Tokyo Jujutsu High.

"It's only Gojo-Sensei who she understands miraculously. Though, he speaks the same language as we do. Then, vice versa. It's weird to say. Very." Megumi added another fact for her to get to know you better and be accustomed by the possibility that you would be seen around by hook or by crook. Sooner or later to be introduced to her because you were somehow always with their teacher 24/7.

"Any abilities she could wield?" she asked, curious and wondering if Gojo had taken you in the institute because you had a potential.

Maki was sure you had at least the idea of the Jujutsu Society or even the possibility you could train an ability. She hoped to train with you as well, probably play around a bit as she found you lowkey adorable for such guts over cursing Gojo's name like a haunted prayer as if you could even get to touch him physically. Never expecting such exasperation coming from someone so miniscule.

"Probably Gojo-Sensei's attention. She gets it all. He bugs the heck out of her whenever he could. If she's around, it's as if she's the only one he sees. Finally, someone who could keep him distracted besides annoying us all whenever he wants."

Maki snickered to herself. Well, that was an ability she'd never expected. It was a skill indeed. Probably a talent sent from the heavens above because everyone damn knew and was damn sapped from the sensei's constant need upon creating ruckus upon ruckus.

Everybody would get to have the break they deserved then.

"---Aside from that, none. She's a non-sorcerer but not an aspiring Jujutsu Sorcerer. Also, she seems to act like an idiot just like sensei from time to time." The people that Gojo antagonizes nonstop were probably applauding and cheering for your existence, perhaps kneeling before you like a gem sent from above, Maki silently thought to herself.

All those thoughts inside her head has been kept to herself as she silently listened and comprehended to Megumi's school of thought, humming to his response as she nodded, "Hm. Her existence is interesting then."

She thought he was done with his notions until Megumi decided to add more to his theories. The hearsays that begun since the moment you've been transferred to their world as Ijichi somehow had accidentally slipped an information out or two when he'd explained their latest assignments for them. During the middle of his drive, Kiyotaka run his mouth off before he could even realize that Megumi were critically analyzing through it all.

"But, I've...somehow gotten a gist of why she's being kept around, I suppose." he dragged on, hearing you scream another of Gojo's full name out in the heat of the sun, "---Gojo-Sensei believes that this woman might be a clairvoyant for the Jujutsu Society. I have no idea why so."

Maki's ears instantly perked up at that.

Without doubt, that sounded like a functional ability. Another skill that could be considered impressive somehow. Did you also have cursed energy? She had no idea over how your fortune telling worked and thought it through if there was one in the Jujutsu Society who held such.

"Eh? Think she knows my future then? Should I ask her? Would she be quick to give me an answer?" Maki smirked, skeptical that she wanted to have her palm be read by you because of her undying curiosity.

"---Does it require any amount of cursed-energy to be used?"

Megumi shrugged to himself, sighing at the less than fifty percent that it wasn't possible as of the moment, "No. I doubt she's bound to know even that. I don't have an idea upon how it works for her. It's like she doesn't also understand what's happening at all. Gojo-sensei never tells a thing. Plus, she has an intense amount of amnesia that he's trying to help her with,---" he murmured under his breath, making it sound like you forgotten how to use your abilities. Never knowing that your abilities---this ability he was saying actually only supported sketches and not actually being read through a tarot card or lines on a person's palm if it was seen solely as how normal people perceived fortune-telling to be within the conventional aspect of it, "---if he's even helping her..."

Maki pulled a face before she shrugged to herself, leaving the issue alone to the first year students who initially knew you from the start. You've held a permanent scowl to your face. It felt utterly blazing due to the anger and humiliation you were feeling. The intimate set being worn right now underneath your clothes because of Gojo's ruse to wedge you further into this displeasure he had stowed you in.

Maki Zenin noticed you were coming for them, starting to saunter near. Primitively deciding that you were walking to have a conversation with her second nephew who had already been talking to you and had exchanged discussions every once in a while. She'd completely wanted to avoid you for now, perhaps because of the language that she was not fluent with.

"The girl's coming this way." she simply stated, making Fushiguro grumble from how he was being caught in a conversation with you again, a grimace on his face when you began walking towards them while Maki was preparing herself to skedaddle, "---Eh. You handle her. Panda and Toge's probably at the entrance already,"

Panda and Toge were already at Itadori's room. She knew that and even told Megumi about it. That was when he knew that his aunt was lying and just wanted to avoid having a discussion with a foreign person she didn't know yet.

Upon garnering a closer distance, approaching Megumi and a young woman with a tall, athletic built that has instantly kept you beady-eyed for her appearance and stature. You've given the green-haired woman a look. She had fringes of her sage green hair over her forehead with smaller strands which framed her cheeks, another beauty just like Nobara whom you had no idea why she was all acting hostile for your presence since the moment you were both introduced.

You had no idea but this woman who began to advance forward, technically about to pass by just screams the capacity and the prospective into becoming stronger than she intended to.

Until the moment you've blinked an eye, you've felt as if a large stone was enough to keep your mind stumbling from the short, quick image. The sudden agonizing pain that pooled along your temples from a blurred, fuzzy scene along your head that was ought to be interpreted to obfuscate what it really meant. It was colored. One which appeared to be of concrete reality.

A woman who had her skin incinerated and flawed but was strong enough whom had a weapon on her hand. Accompanied with circled glasses and shortened black hair, partnered by a black uniform and a cape that was attached to her shoulder blades.

You've ceased along your march, not being called out through words but acknowledged by the green-haired girl with a subtle indecipherable smile. Those thoughts in the back of your mind, wordless to begin with as it echoed from within, "That's strange. She wasn't even short haired to begin with."

Was that her in the future? or was it a different woman?

You've felt warm, liquid pool along your nostrils. Before you could even realize it, this tiny amount of crimson fluid began to drip down in a creeping pace. Hence, that was the moment you've known that the woman you've seen inside your head was indeed, her.

She didn't seem happy at all from that particular picture and you had no idea nor have any theories about what happened and why she ended up that way. You've kept your mouth shut. This thorough dwelling making you mentally muse on the idea if it was needed to be told to Satoru when he wasn't even around to start with.

Was she one of his students as well?

"Are you okay, Eigo-San?"

You've heard Megumi asked. As genuine as he wanted it to sound to be. The impassive tonality still hinting more to this unfeigned side he was sporting on. He had begun to walk your way, catching you off guard to say the least as the first year student was being the person who'd actually approached you right now to initiate a conversation.

He'd turned the volume of his phone to the highest as Megumi used Google Translate for you. His clothed arm that was garbed in his accustomed Jujutsu clothing. The descendant of the Zenin family outreached to keep his cellphone closer to be heard and patiently waited for the translator to speak, keeping you under tabs as you have been wiping your nose in discreet. Though, he had already seen it despite of your desire to conceal it from the latter.

Was it because of the brain damage you've had and it wasn't entirely healed yet? Megumi thought to himself, keeping his hunches to his head.

"I'm...fine. It's just the after effects of the...accident, I suppose." you've began, making it sound like you were trying to convince yourself and not him. You've eyed the green haired woman who was now out of sight, continuously patting your bleeding nose with the back of your hand, lucky that it stopped as it wasn't an ample amount of liquid which needed any tissue or handkerchief. It wasn't the type where it could be considered as over the top. Just a minimal amount.

"Who was she? The...girl with the ponytail?"

Megumi blinked to your sudden query, brushing it off like it was nothing, clueless for those unforeseen nose bleeds and for what it meant behind it all aside from Satoru who knew damn well now that it consisted of the idea that you were seeing something that would be of use or had been images from their dimension in which he highly believed of, or that---in which he self proclaimed---to be a result of his attractiveness that was too hot to bear.

"Ah. She's my aunt. Her name's Maki Zenin."

You've given it a subtle nod of understanding. Wordless as you ever been when you've felt the pain finally fading away. Maki Zenin. Her name does ring a bell somehow yet you had no idea where and why.

It definitely sounded like Sushi though.

"Where is he?" that 'he' that you were pertaining to, Megumi instantly knew who it was and minimally elucidated for you.

"Gojo-Sensei? He went on a business trip." he phlegmatically responded. Nevertheless, subtly scrutinizing you from beneath his thick eyelashes that you were oblivious for because of his indelible, impassive expressions.

"But, he promised---" you started, your face falling when you realized that he would probably take longer than expected when Satoru was concluded to be in the midst of whatever business trip he was taking.

Was this rendezvous he planned could even be considered as a promise or a demand from the latter?

Your words were discontinued and Fushiguro wondered why it was. He decided to prod further upon the topic of why you were screaming like a banshee in the middle of Tokyo Jujutsu High, "Did he do something by the way perhaps?" Megumi eventually changed the topic, reading through your expressions that you weren't going to continue your previous sentence, "---You've been screaming his name at the top of his lungs in the middle of the institute."

Thus, suddenly you've felt your face began to rocket through this flustering heat when you've remembered the reason in the first place.

"Well---Satoru---and, Well...I---We---ugh---we had---well---we---" you've stumbled upon your words, ending with a nervous giggle that the Shikigami user eventually had criticized and given a weird look to it.

He had gotten the wrong idea of putting two and two together. Especially since the part where you pointed out that shaky, embarrassed 'He' and 'I' again and again through the sentence formed and declared for him to hear. His accusations definitely a wide off the mark from the veracity of things.

You've seen Fushiguro's mouth mold into a tight grimace, the most expressive you've seen him in that instigated to your perusal, your mouth pursing through this odd expression he was having. His face gradually turning beet red and you pondered why.

"Have you eaten breakfast, Megumi?" you changed the topic after a long awkward pause between you both. The embarrassment dying down from the speechlessness that has occurred, but it was giving the impression like your humiliation passed on towards the black-haired first year student.

Megumi was dealing with this sudden awkwardness that you were unwary of, "Huh?" he questioned, doing a double take as he was holding onto the upper part of his uniform jacket, pulling them further to his mouth, taking a grip from saying anything more.

"---Hm."

Your discomfiture was now changed into sheer curiosity for whatever he was thinking. You've given him a knot of your brows, a smile beaming on your face as you were spontaneous to decide for him, "That was a no then! Come on!" you've began to walk back towards the path back to Tokyo Jujutsu High, passing by the juvenile upon trudging up the cemented stairs that he has been sitting on beforehand.

You've heard no footfall coming from behind, instigating that the first-year Jujutsu Sorcerer was pensive over the whole turn of events. Spinning on your heels and paving to give your attention at Megumi who was on a deadlock, standing still upon where he stood. You've second look behind when he didn't plan to move. With a persuasive and enthusiastic wave of your hand, you've tried to prevail on the idea further.

This abrupt goal of sharing time together with one of Satoru's trusted students, coming through a forethought of seeking answers to your undying curiosities of what was really happening to their world. The accurate ones that were to be gainful rather than the terse statements and jokes you were constantly receiving from Gojo whenever you were intrigued by the whole Jujutsu thing.

You were staring back at Megumi when he was just silently staring at you, unable to tell what was running inside the young man's mind from all the apathetic spirit he was relishing on, "Sea-Urchin! Let's go then! I'll cook something for you!" pause. "---are you really this slow?!"

"Says the one who's extremely and quickly exhausted with just twenty steps away upon trying to run off from Gojo-sensei." The black-haired juvenile mindlessly thought on the back of his mind as he could recall the first time he had seen you all petrified after the tree-branch incident. 

Fushiguro began to wander towards you with thorough speculation. You were garrulous from complaining how unrushed he was. He strolled alongside once he approached near, his phone now laying upon the palm of your hand as you've randomly talked about a lot of your randomized perceptions, jibber-jabbering through it all that you've even got to the point of telling that Gojo did not take a fancy over his Shiitake mushrooms in which the first year student was slightly staggered to know.

You were in the midst of your footslogs with the sea-urchin when you've heard Nobara call in such a boisterous volume from a distance.

"Fushiguro!" Kugisaki hollered with knotted brows, a fixated grimace warped along the exteriors of her pretty face, those tangerine colored eyes of hers landed on you, getting a gist she was not delighted enough to be around your presence at this certain moment.

There was something with you. This comfortable but irritating feeling. From the beginning that Satoru has introduced you and announced your existence to be all over the place---basically, on every side where their Sensei would be. Since the Hatagaya cursed-spirit incident, his students were positive that you were of someone that would be held accountable for whatever he needed or see to be of benefit if he made it clear to aid you away from cursed-spirits.

One ought to be perceived as someone who needed saving. It was probably that idea in which Nobara felt the revulsion for. A whole contradiction to her character as she was known to be a confident and brash young woman with an unshakable personality who takes great pride in being both a pretty girl and a strong fighter. How futile you were in a world where women needed to be strong.

It just had to be a woman like you that was transported to their world for no reason that Satoru's students could ever predict of as they were impervious of the shrouded rationality that fate has bestowed upon you that Satoru was totally keeping behind closed doors even with the trust that he had for them.

Although, this privy comfort being familiar somehow made it displeasing for her. She just couldn't grasp around it or why she was even having the need to feel this particular way. Though, it was no use for her to blame you because you were---a person who shouldn't have been teleported to their dimension from the start.

Kugisaki Nobara had caught up to the both of you, passing a glance as if you weren't there and deliberately stood beside Fushiguro, avoiding to graze clothes with you as she has bothered to ask the first-year student. This query obvious to be sent towards her friend.

"Can I come with?"

"Expect that you'll be seeing her a lot. She's always with Gojo-Sensei. She doesn't have a choice because she doesn't have anyone else aside from him." I'm cackling with this. Megumi's being sassy again, huh? you didn't have to be so---HAHAHAHAH 

Also, don't worry. Nobara's going to warm up to Tiny-Chan soon enough.

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[rillils]

RILS BABY LISTEN I GOTTA TELL YOU THIS. 

Okay so I just had a little evening nap, as you do, and I dreamt I was on some kinda video call with her and she was trying to tell me something terribly important but it kept cutting off and all I could think about is how frickin PRETTY she is and sdkdshsfsfs HOW am I supposed to live my life without knowing what she was trying to tell meeeee 😩😩😩

I MISS HER SO MUCH 😭😭😭😭😭😭 

Wow okay. Deep breaths. 

In other news, hiii I love you lots & I hope you’re doing well!! 💘💘💘 Also, your Wakanda Stucky wedding fic is living in my head RENT FREE and I can’t stop thinking about ittttttttt 🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 

KAY BABY!!! 💕💖💕💖💕 Light of my life, apple of my eye, that is quite the dream to have while you're taking a nap~ 🥰 ahhh god knows I wish I could see Karen in my dreams too, she's so damn gorgeous 😍😍💕💕 (this just in: I had no idea it was possible for me to have a huge crush on THE ENTIRE Team Avocado, SIMULTANEOUSLY, but apparently this is my life now 🥑🥑🥑 *dreamy sigh*)

Damnnnn, it's such a bummer that you woke up before Karen could tell you 🥺🥺 But you see, I think I know what this terribly important thing was~ I'm pretty sure she wanted to tell you that's she's been secretly in love with you forever and that she'd love for the two of you to elope together asap 💖🥰💖😘 How could she not fall head over heels for you, sweetest you, absolutely freakin' wonderful you?? 💕💕💕

fhdgdhkfhskjdklsk HONEYYYY STAHP, I CANNOT *FLAILING INTENSIFIES* thank you so so much for saying that, Kay baby, it means the world to me, especially coming from such a talented and brilliant writer as you are 😘😘😘😘 And if you're thinking about the wakanda wedding, please know that I've had skater!Bucky and jock!Steve on my mind FOREVER, with no chance to escape the glorious well of Pure Unadulterated Feels™ that they supply me with 💕💕🔥🔥😘😘 In conclusion, I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH AND I HOPE YOU'RE HAVING THE BEST DAY *sprinkles rainbow confetti on you*

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I posted 1,144 times in 2022

That's 108 more posts than 2021!

162 posts created (14%)

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#it's been a while since i played the lt route but i always like to imagine that in the lt a is the one who drives them for maximal angst 😁

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

but 😭 imagine n keeping this rabbit so pristine and clean and cared for over the centuries, especially after the death of the detective 😭

48 notes - Posted October 13, 2022

#4

my n sewell thought of the day is that if n sewell were better with technology they would spend so much time reading fanfiction and leaving kind comments on everything they read. they would just adore this new way of interacting with stories *and* with other fans of stories.

(as it is they prefer physical books. so they print out the fanfiction when they first discover that they can find such things on the internet. but one day they sent 100k words of smut to the entire Agency listserv by accident and uh. anyway they stick to books.)

58 notes - Posted October 16, 2022

#3

Someday we'll find it The rainbow connection The lovers, the dreamers, and me

I was going to save this for later this month, but I can’t do it, I need everyone to see this right now immediately. Please feast your eyes on all of this serotonin I commissioned from @rickety-goose​ (and then go commission her yourself)!

This is my Nick Wiseman (from Mind Blind @mindblindbard​ ) and Kermit the Frog singing a little duet. I imagine that he was asked to film something with Kermit as some kind of PR thing for Unity (and brings it up like once a week for the rest of time). Inspired by a video I saw of Kermit singing with James Corden on the Late Late Show (can’t find the video rn, but I’ll put a still below the cut).

Ren was so great to work with and really made this vision come to life. Look at the lighting and the sparkles and the details and their faces, this was so perfect and I’m so pleased with how this turned out.

See the full post

72 notes - Posted March 9, 2022

#2

Miscommunication

Hitting post before I can think about this anymore! This was written with the sole intention of expressing my high levels of thirst about this Nate art by @/greyhands . Tried to smoothe out the thirst with a rolling pin of context, but some of it doesn’t make sense ✌🏼 don’t think about it

Rating: 16+ (Nate is all suave and suggestive but nothing explicit)

Word count: 1325

Synopsis: Unit Bravo has a secret mission. Nate distracts Avery from her fears for him. (Nate x Avery)

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Avery isn't supposed to be involved in this mission. She isn't even supposed to be at the Warehouse today. It’s an anxious pit in her stomach that brings her there, a foolish hope that Rebecca won’t notice her until she’s learned the details of the mission and it’s too late. Wouldn’t be the first time. 

Alas, no dice.

Thirty-three minutes after she is sent to her room---a command that makes Morgan snicker---her pacing is interrupted by a gentle knock on the door. “Avery?”

Nate.

She almost doesn't want to see him, or rather, for him to see her. Not like this---frustrated and anxious and irrational and unable to hide it from his super-senses. 

"Come in," she says anyway. "Look, I can explain---”

But when Nate enters, Avery stops her pacing. Her eyes flick up to meet his, then roll slowly over his Agency-issued tactical suit and gear. The protective nylon material beneath his (bulletproof?) vest does nothing to hide the lines of his muscles as he turns to shut the door behind him. Holsters are buckled at his waist and high up his thighs. There are no thoughts in her head.

“Oh my God,” she says.

Nate turns away from the door and pauses in his path, looking like an action hero even as he fiddles with the walkie-talkie which is chattering away (Farah) in his pocket. He presses a button, the walkie-talkie falls silent, and he finally turns his full attention to her, lips curving into a smile at her attention.

"Is something the matter, Avery?" he asks. 

It’s suddenly sweltering beneath her hoodie, but she shakes her head, buying herself a moment to collect herself. "I've just never seen you in that," she says, tone as close to casual as she can manage. 

Trying in vain to hide his effect on her, like he can’t hear her accelerated pulse, like he can’t tell that she's drinking in his delicious features as if this might be her last chance. 

(Couldn’t it be?)

She shakes the thought away. "Are you wearing that on all your missions now?" she prods.

"I’m certainly tempted, seeing your reaction to it," he teases as he saunters closer. "But it's just a precaution for today."

"Precaution for...?"

“Just a precaution,” says Nate, sidestepping the question with a reassuring smile. “Nothing to be concerned about.”

She purses her lips. Nothing to be unconcerned about, either, since nothing is all she knows. “I don’t like this, Nate.”

He nods sympathetically. “I wish I could tell you more, Avery, but it’s---”

"Classified,” she finishes with an exasperated sigh. “For my safety. And considering all the things that haven’t been classified for my safety...” The Trappers that left Nate unresponsive in a hospital bed, for example. She crosses her arms over her chest. “It’s incredibly reassuring,” she says, a lump in her throat pushing her pitch higher than normal, “that this is the one I can’t know about, that you have to get all gussied up for this particular date with danger, and I can’t even know---”

She doesn’t realize she’s pacing again until Nate reaches out to still her by the shoulders. The comforting pressure of his hands and the familiar scent of his fancy soap help to loosen the knot in her stomach, steady her breathing, bring her down to Earth.

“I’m sorry,” she says softly. “You shouldn’t have to deal with this before the mission. I’ll be fine.” As long as you are.

"There’s nothing to apologize for,” he assures her. “Is there anything I could do to make you feel better?"

Don’t go, she wants to say. “Tell me the truth,” she says instead. “Is there a chance that you could leave here, all suited up, and not...make it back?”

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My #1 post of 2022

we have an RO and a best friend but tell me in the tags which ub member likes your detective(s) the least

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#the way 3 of my top 5 are from two weeks in October #zero surprises here lol

[larrysblooming]

I posted 5,004 times in 2022

That's 5,004 more posts than 2021!

162 posts created (3%)

4,842 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

Big love for everyone here, thank you for making this year so special 💐💗

@lovingstheantidote

@genuinemusic

@anxiouslarrie

@bluewinnerangel

@lhrry

I tagged 3,851 of my posts in 2022

Only 23% of my posts had no tags

#lt - 499 posts

#hs - 336 posts

#hslot 2022 - 211 posts

#hl - 128 posts

#prev tags - 121 posts

#larry - 111 posts

#rainbows on tour - 106 posts

#😭😭😭 - 83 posts

#oh my god - 83 posts

#mp - 80 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#it’s just super unclear as to what this actually is and i don’t get why they’d want to confuse people in order to market an event like this

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

i wish kanye west a very merry rotting in hell

5 notes - Posted December 1, 2022

#4

💙💚 Larryversary 2022 recap 💙💚

September 28th:

- They played BTM outside the arena before Harry’s show

- Peace Ring for the 9th night in a row baby!!!

- Harry sang Medicine #gay

- Blue green lights during WMYB- the song Harry fell in love to *quiet sobs in the distance*

- Harry waved a pride flag over his head during Love of my Life

***BONUS: Gloria Gaynor posting the 1D version of “I Will Survive”

September 29th:

- Harry bluegreening on main via Pleasing promo

5 notes - Posted September 29, 2022

#3

I wanna change my pfp so I’m manifesting that Harry will be pictured holding some flowers at one of the upcoming shows 💐✨💐✨💐

5 notes - Posted September 30, 2022

#2

god she really is glitching because of all the new people joining TUMBLR GET IT TOGETHER GIRL

8 notes - Posted November 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I AM SO FUCKING DRUNK RN AND IM SO HAPPYYYYY KISSING YOU ALL ON THE MOUTH RN TODAY IS SUCH A GOOD FUCKING DAY AHHHHH

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

[ennaku-sirri-da]

Jimbit (Jimothan X Habit) HCs courtesy of me and Mika [Part 3]

OK so

@zeromet LAST ONE FOR U!! [Plain text: Last one for U!!]

--Very important is who sings Oh Penne?

Habit is prettier at singing but Jimothan is sweeter--hard hard desicion!😭(sobbing emoji)

They are singing together holding eachothers faces and absolutely dying.

Habit is messing up the words while Jimbo is messing up the tune. They can only get it right together!!

Habit at the end: So what does all that mean🥺(pleading emoji)🥲(smiling face with tear emoji)

Jimothan: (incoherent noises)

---------

--JUST LOOK AT THESE LYRICS [Plain text: Just look at these lyrics ]

I came crossing the seven seas to come, reach you, This River has flown down to join the Ocean. I will carve the Moon, to make a Ring for you, And as it reaches you, it exhumes a beautiful aura. The Rainbows in the skies, on your eyes, wants to take a place, and asks you for space. In your hands, I am a toy now, Like a Swing, your feminine beauty changes over.

(What guy wouldn’t swoon at these!!!)

On your Cheeks, like the drops of rain water, To make an art of kisses – the heart desires unfalteringly. To listen to you speak, all day, A yearning burns inside hoping to live this life with just that.

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I would literally die repeating all these to someone.

Jimothan calls Habit on Parsley’s Discord (This AU is in the future ha) and he tries to read it all out translated??!!!!

Kamal has Discord so he can relay all of it to Habit. OMG Habismal and Jimbit at the same time!!! Worlds collide! I’ll ‘splode!

Kamal is shaking and sweating

[ GIF: Twilight from MLP:FIM as a small-sized ballerina. She holds her hooves together and breathes in and out slowly, experiencing anxiety. end GIF]

Jim could have asked kamal to help since he’s floundering by himself. He should’ve known kamal would be too LOL

Habit sprints to Jim’s house immediately after hearing all this to cry and kiss him. He gives Jim the biggest kiss EVER [Plain text: Ever] 

And Trencil is like OMG he can’t one-up me and immediately starts giving him sooo many golden-lipstick smooches.

--I think Trencil is chill with Habit but slightly competitive( which is chefs kiss [plain text: chefs kiss] Jimothan is thriving good for him), and Habit is always after Trencil’s approval because he reminds him of his Uncle Grigory(fandom OC).

Trencil: Vampire strength

Versus Habit: Tall as like Big Bird(Sesame Street) ???

Tough choice for boyfriend!! So Jim can have them both🥰

--Jimothan and Habit at a carnival and they’re trying to get the big toy prizes.

Jimothan wins Habit a huge teddy bear and he never ever parts with ever. Even when hes very old he still sleeps with it.

Like these ones!!

[ID: Person poses with a giant light pink teddybear, bigger than the person. The teddy has a checkered ribbon around its neck. end ID]

#headcanons #jimothan botch #dr habit #jimbit #my friends hcs #s4m #smile for me game #gif

[honeycombstrawberry]

since adrian is obsessed with friendship and the whole bff thing i was thinking what if his partner picks up one of those cute bff necklaces that are very obviously meant for children? they like “hey, you wanna wear bff necklaces?” i can imagine him lighting up and they’re CONSTANTLY wearing them. he even wears it under his vig stuff. how would the 11th street kids react as well? also would it be possible to get little situations involving the necklace? i need to get this out of my head but i’m picturing them grabbing his and pulling him down to kiss him. obvi you don’t have to do any of this i just thought it was cute 😭

best friends forever

pairing: adrian chase x reader (gn pronouns)

rating: gen+

word count: 2,228

one-sentence synopsis: you're not expecting adrian to have this strong of a reaction to a simple gift, but the response he ends up having is nothing short of life-changing.

author's note: i wrote and uploaded this entirely on my phone before breakfast on this lovely saturday morning so please excuse any madnesses

read on ao3!

You didn't think it was going to be a thing.

You at least thought it would be a thing— that Adrian would think you're thoughtful, and he'd wear it a couple of times because he's loving and silly, but he'd ultimately end up forgetting about it. You'd just seen the matching BFF necklaces up near the counter when checking out with your groceries, and you'd thought, I bet Adrian would like that, and so you'd gotten them.

The matching necklaces sparkle with rainbow glitter, each of the necklace half of a heart that says BFF through the center. Though the word is visible in its entirety when you put the halves together, it's easy enough to guess what they are when separated. They're not the prettiest; they're gaudy, and cheap, and tiny, and you didn't really expect it to be a Thing, but—

—But when you get home and say, "Hey, Adrian, I got you a present!" and he came bounding out to find the two necklaces in your hands, he'd frozen completely, which was— unexpected, to say the least.

It's an entirely unanticipated response, and you stop now, too, confused.

"You got me a present?" he asks, with a strange inflection, like you'd somehow mean the other Adrian sharing this apartment with you.

"Yeah," you tell him. You tear the tag holding the necklaces together, then turn the charms so he can see the heart they form together, BFF sparkling inside. "See? They're BFF necklaces. One of the best friends wears one half, and the other wears the other."

You offer him one of the halves, the chain dangling from your fingers. He takes it like it's going to detonate somehow, his eyes all wide and focused down on it, his face pink. You're impossibly endeared by his reaction.

"You're my best friend?" Adrian asks, holding his half of the heart in the center of his palm.

"I mean, I was hoping so," you tell him. "Unless you want to give the other half to Ch—"

"No!" he hurries to say. "No, I don't— I want—" His fingers curl up tight around the necklace. "No, I— Thank you."

He's not often at a loss for words, so you take it as a good sign that he liked his gift. It might be a little silly, and his reaction a little strange, but he does seem excited about it overall. He holds it out delightedly, asks, "Will you put it on for me?"

You grin and say, "Yeah, of course." He spins, and you reach to bring the necklace around his throat, clasping it together against the back knob of his spine. You adjust the necklace; he tugs it forward so he can look at it, held securely in his palm, locked around his neck, pressed over his heart.

He examines it for a beat longer, face pink, before he looks up and says, "Let me help you put yours on! Since we're best friends."

You laugh, and he smiles, but he does seem like he actually means it, that he's not joking. You hand him the necklace, and he turns you, bringing it up so he can fix yours on your own neck. When the charm settles in place over your sternum, you place your hand over it for a moment.

"You sure we can be best friends?" Adrian asks. It's like he's pushing you, testing your cracks, seeing if there's any way you might not mean this. You wonder how many times Adrian has thought he had a best friend that he didn't have before, his strong emotions unreciprocated by people who don't understand him.

You do, though. You tell him, "Of course we can."

"Even though we're together?" Adrian asks hopefully, skeptic.

"I think that's even part of it," you tell him. "We wouldn't want to be together if we didn't get along, right?"

Adrian considers this, then asks, "So… You're my partner, and my best friend?"

"Yeah," you tell him, a thrill running through you. "If that's okay."

"Okay?" Adrian repeats incredulously. "I— Fucking yeah! Oh, my God, fuck yeah, you're, like, the coolest friend I've ever had."

"Poor Chris," you say, teasing.

Adrian looks surprised for a moment before he tells you in a rush, "You cannot tell Chris, okay? He thinks we're best friends and I don't want to bum him out."

"You could always get him a necklace, too," you point out. Adrian seems downright offended by that. "What? I just meant, if you wanted—"

"No, this is our thing," Adrian insists. He steps in close to you, lifting your necklace charm and his between his fingers so they pull together into one heart. "BFFs, see? It says right here." He examines the heart, then says, "Chris would think this is dumb, anyway."

You frown slightly. "Oh. I—"

"Not that this is dumb!" Adrian hurries to say. "Oh, no, I mean— Chris thinks lots of really awesome stuff is dumb because he's afraid of what people might think about him, you know. But I don't think this is dumb, I'm just saying Chris doesn't appreciate it! Wouldn't, he wouldn't, but— But I do, I really do, I— I didn't mean it, please, please don't take it back."

"What?" you ask, bewildered. "I'm not going to take it back, babe, it's a gift. It's yours now." You smile, adding, "And don't worry about it, you dingbat. I know what you mean."

Adrian flushes all over, at that. When he ducks in to kiss you, his necklace clacks into yours, and he grins so wide he can't even manage to kiss you properly.

From then on, the necklace isn't just a Thing, but A Thing. Adrian never takes it off, ever. He has it on with his work uniform, pulled proudly forward to rest over the top, uncaring of who sees and what they think. He has it on with his street clothes, gaudy rainbow glitter sparkling against warm sweaters and soft t-shirts. He has it on under his Vigilante armor, pressed tightly to the hollow beneath his throat, a protective talisman. He has it on when he has nothing else on at all, his necklace swinging down between you when he fucks you into the mattress.

He always has it on, always. Every time you see it, you can't help the little zip that goes through you, a smiling thrill when you remember you have the matching half. He's wearing it because of how much he cares about you; he never stops wearing it because he never wants to stop being your best friend. Neither of you can stomach the thought of losing the other, not even as friends. Adrian is a man who cares so deeply about his relationships with others, who gives so openly and freely, that you're not surprised by how obviously delighted he is by your expression of friendship and love. In fact, you probably should've expected this, but Adrian really is a wild card.

It takes a little while for the rest of the 11th Street Kids to realize he has it at all. He's got his clothes on more often than not, and the necklace tends to slip beneath his clothes just by virtue of its placement. On the few occasions the chain will break, Adrian gets pissed off until he finds a replacement, twitchy and agitated without his necklace, but nobody seems to put the pieces together as to why.

When one of them does finally notice, you're not surprised that it's John who says something. You'd partially expected Emilia, since you think she noticed a while ago, but she has slightly more tact— or she just didn't see any purpose in bringing it up.

"What's with the stupid necklace, man?" John finally asks. "It looks like something a 13-year-old girl would wear."

"People are always so shitty about 13-year-old girls," Adrian says, continuing to clean his knife without pausing or lifting his head. "But if they're open enough about their feelings to wear best friend necklaces, then, fuck yeah, this is something a 13-year-old girl would wear, you dick."

You snort a laugh, then look down quickly when John glares in your direction.

"I actually agree with him on this one," Leota says from the front seat.

"Thanks," Adrian says, resheathing his blade. "You're my fourth best friend now, Adebayo."

"Where's your brother on that list?" Chris asks, and Adrian whistles, dropping his hand all the way to the floor of the van.

"Ninth circle of Hell," he says. He snaps out another knife and starts cleaning blood off of this one, too. "Down in the pit with Sloth."

That starts a new thread, the topic of conversation shifting away from Adrian's necklace. When you look up, though, you see Emilia already looking at you, her eyes unexpectedly connecting with yours.

She motions to her own throat, and your hand lifts automatically to yours, your hand going up over your own charm under your clothes. A smile flickers across the corners of her lips before she returns her attention to cleaning her gun. She doesn't say anything, but she's— knowing.

Adrian never takes his necklace off, so you don't, either. It's a constant reminder of him, of the two of you. You like to feel it and remember your connection with him. When you're together, when you're apart, it doesn't matter; you're stupid in love with him. You're happy to have him close to your heart, even when he's not.

When you're captured on a mission and everything is removed from you, you don't think you'll ever see the necklace again. Adrian is the one who saves you, and, at first, he's only focused on getting you out of there. When he sees you don't have the necklace anymore, though, he tears apart the facility you're being kept in until he finds it and can lock it around your throat again.

When Adrian is injured and he gets his armor torn off of him by a doctor, examining the wounds underneath, Adrian slaps away their hands from his necklace. He groggily tells them, "That's mine," and gets more and more upset until you step in and take the necklace yourself, promising you'd wear it with your own and give it back when it was allowed again. It was only then that he'd settled down enough to be treated, you waiting by his side the entire time, clutching your necklace with his.

When you're out with the rest of the 11th Street Kids and Chris finally notices that you have the matching half of Adrian's necklace, he's— You hesitate to say flustered, but he so obviously is. He ends up stepping aside, saying to Adrian, "But I thought I was your best friend," to which Adrian replies, "You've got Eagly, dude. Let me have this." You laugh, and Adrian bounds back to your side, winding your hands together again.

When you're both taken prisoner, and your captors realize you have matching necklaces, you wonder if this is going to be it. They can tell there's an obvious link between the two of you, even without the way Adrian loses his fucking mind any time they threaten you instead of him. They tear the necklaces off of both of your necks, toss them into the corner, and Adrian screams himself hoarse telling them all the things he's going to do to them. When he eventually rips free of his bindings while they're torturing you, he makes good on his promises before returning your necklace to you and his to himself, carrying you out of there without hesitation.

When you wake up one day and realize your necklace isn't on, you immediately start to panic. You fumble in the sheets, desperate to find it, but it's nowhere to be found. You're halfway through tearing apart your nightstand when Adrian finally comes in and asks, "What the fuck are you doing?" and you have to tearfully admit that you lost your necklace, but you swear you went to bed with it on—

Which is when Adrian sheepishly pulls the necklace from his own pocket and says, "Sorry, I just needed it for a minute," before turning it back over to you. Your brow is furrowed, bewildered by what he might have needed, but that confusion evaporates completely when you actually look down at it and realize he's strung a ring through it, too. Your heart races, fingers closing around the charm and the ring together as your eyes snap up to meet Adrian's. His face is all pink, but he's grinning wide enough that you start to smile instinctively in return.

When you reach out and pull him in by his necklace, Adrian goes easily, stepping right into your space and allowing you to reel him down. You use the leverage of your grip on his necklace charm to tug him in for a deep kiss. He reaches out blindly, takes the necklace from your hand.

When you separate, he asks, "Best friends forever?" in such a hopeful tone, his face all lit up, that you can't help nodding right away.

When you say, "Yeah," and let him clasp the necklace on you again, "Best friends forever," he pulls you back in again, your necklace clacking against his between your chests to form the full heart once again.

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adrian chase taglist:

@violetrainbow412-blog @bigassbisaster @amysuemc @sunflowerfive @papitas-con-sal @saturnngal @neptuneswritingwork @jewishdelis @myguiltypleasures21 @pinkygunslingy @violinchick @r3tr0sp3ct @chaseadrian @breathing-in-waves @rishlurh @x-milf-hunter-x @goblynnrockz @theowritesstuff @jaysfav

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[liyazaki]

thank you to @spicyvampire @sunsetandthemoon @nattawins @ohaewpanwa @praninlove for the tag 🥰 it's been awhile since I've done this one, but I'll try to give different answers this time anyway.

1. your all time favorite bl and why: the ITSAYverse- ITSAY, LTIP & IPYTM (everyone act shocked). This story put my heart, throat and soul in a vice grip from the first viewing and hasn't let me go since. I'm feeling saucy today, so here's a hot take: if I had to choose one (which is impossible), it'd be IPYTM.

Hear that? It's the cacophony of anons raging in my inbox already...

2. that one bl that scarred you for life: the mere mention of Theory of Love makes my blood pressure spike to this day, and absolutely everything in FUTS aside from my chaos sons made me want to throw something. Anything. EVERYTHING.

3. bl that made you feel very single: UWMA/DeanPharm. They're so soft, so healthy and OhmFluke's insane talent combined with their IRL deep friendship/love for each other resulted in a kind of magic that constantly made me feel like I was intruding on their moment.

4. if you could change one thing from a bl, which one would it be? apparently we're not done with don't-come-for-me time: the ending of Bad Buddy. You can find my reasoning/me crying about it here.

5. your top five:

The ITSAYverse (I count all three as one because they're inseparable in my mind, plus I'm just greedy)

Until We Meet Again

Gameboys

Cherry Magic

Bad Buddy

honorable mentions: Gaya Sa Pelikula, Absolute BL (it's more parody than actual BL) and Life: Love On the Line (director's cut) is INCREDIBLE.

6. that trashy bl that you lowkey like: 2Moons2 is the lowest-stakes, tropiest little drama and the production/company behind it are beyond cursed, but I adore it. EDIT: @flukenatouch reminded me via her post about the currently-airing hot mess express that is Rainbow Prince (it’s so bad, it’s good). Also, TharnType is 500 kinds of problematic but MewGulf's chemistry could melt paint off walls, so.

7. your favorite korean bl (it’s important we know): Light on Me Light on Me LIGHT ON MEEEE. I might like it *just* a little. Like a smidge.

8. but also your top 3 for kbls: besides LOM, the only other K-BL's I'm a big fan of are To My Star and A First Love Story (a two-part short that might get made into a movie, last I heard).

Not mentioning the popular ones I'm decidedly not a fan of because I've had my neck out this whole post already- I (mostly) like being alive and would like to stay that way.

9. season 2? which one? once again, I scream: Light on Me Light on Me LIGHT ON MEEEE.

Honorable mention is one we're actually GETTING: Absolute BL S2 (screaming crying throwing UP) 😭 I'm SO excited for this one, I'm basically in distress every time I think about it.

10. a bunch of dramas will air soon. which ones are you the most excited for? talk about being spoiled for choice- I'm going to stick to just show names, with my highly-anticipated ones in red:

Absolute BL S2

Cherry Magic: The Movie

Oh! My Sunshine Night

Between Us (fingers crossed it gets a 2022 release)

To My Star S2

Cutie Pie

Gap (GL)

Moonlight Chicken

609 Bedtime Story

Eclipse

Kinnporsche

11. tagging my Discord/core crew (who haven't already done this- maybe?) + some new lovely moots (insert usual only-if-you-feel-like-it disclaimer here): @flukenatouch @badprophetvx @shortpplfedup @bengiyo @elnotwoods @gilly-bean @kyr-kun-chan @gramblacks @rose-nebulijia @icouldhyperfixatehim @pranpat @jemmo @lovelikegravity

#tag games #tag you're it

[sweetporcelain13]

BTS's introduction to me!

Purple haired JK, hip thrusting on "smooth like butter" was when BTS struck me. He reminded me of Michael Jackson expressions which were kind of queer to me. I instantly thought this guy is gay but that's just my habit of judging (perceiving) people too soon.

I entered the fandom and was immediately slapped with skin ship videos. Mind me I had no effin idea about Korean culture and their tensions with LGBT community. I had literally assumed countries like Japan, Korea, Thailand are doppelganger of the USA. (Side note - I'm not an American but an Asian, which country are you from? 😁) So, it wasn't a big deal even if anyone was gay among them but I like to know and learn from allies and the members.

For me, developed country = LGBT friendly was the case🤦

That was my first sp13 bomb!

Anyway, I wanted to know more about these guys because the Instagram reels were just throwing gay BTS videos on my face. Jhope was the one who stuck me as bisexual. (Now that I'm reading it I kind of feel like I am objectifying them but trust me that's not the case.)

I didn't like reading subtitles and watching videos so I just kept rewatching "smooth like butter" 😂😂

I saw purple haired JK and I was in love with the hair. Next was the rainbow haired guy. RM, I knew because man rap monster rolls on your tongue. I still couldn't learn anybody's name because Jin, Tae, Suga looked same to me initially. 😭 (Racist bitch)

Next to knowing their names, it's always the sexuality that pulls you into the fandom. JK, I didn't want to explore anymore because he's a kid (I'm a year elder to him, hehe). J-hope will always be my sophisticated bisexual man, even if he ends up with a girl in the end.

Next is Park Jimin , and believe me he did not seem like a gay guy to me until I rewatched Halsey's BWL music video. I had seen that MV many times in the past and BTS were like side characters to me. But well, now I'm writing this under BTS tag, so you know who is the side kick (take it as a light joke please, I love her).

Now I know why many jikookers think red/orange haired JM was so sexy for the cute maknae. (Uh oh fanfiction alert).

Jimin for sure doesn't seem like a straight man to me especially when it comes to JK. Jimin's personality is in a way that even though you want to ignore, you will still question his sexuality. I did and in short bacame a jikooker.

Once a jikooker, you would be forced to watch original content by the supporters and that made me fall in love with BTS. I started in May 21 and I'm already spoilt. Thank God that I'm a working professional and not a student. I would have failed every subject because I am obsessed with bangtan contents. Does anyone relate?

That's a small intro about me and the BTS, I just wanted to share. I can write my thoughts more if asked upon otherwise I'm a lazy silent reader. 😂

(side note - don't assume I didn't watch bst, idol, DNA, mic drop MV previously. I had and my ass was only obsessed with Taylor Swift whining. So I always knew BTS music but was not a fan. I became a fan, not army last year. And that's it!)

I know pics and gifs are used as temptation, here on Tumblr. So, here you go. 😉

#jikook #a little delulu jikooker #bts #gay #lgbtq #jk bts #park jimin #jhope #rap monster #bts jin #suga #v

[neenslittlespace]

Little things about Me✨🤍🌱

✨Hello everybody🥺😊 I love stuffies, pacis, coloring, playing games and cuddling. I love pretty lights and strawberry milk. I love music and riding in the car❤️✨

✨1-5✨

✨Colors: purple, green, blue✨

✨Foods: chicken nuggets, mozzarella sticks, ramen FRUITT😍😭✨

✨Drinks: coffee, tea, milk(almond/coconut), smoothies✨

✨Animals: All of them duh😍🥰✨

✨Games: sims, minecraft, (other big games)✨

Big things about me🤍✨🌱

✨22✨

✨Im a Gemini, I’m 4’11 and super shy!✨

✨I love paranormal, psychic and metaphysical stuff. I love gaming, my animals, music and art.✨

✨I love to play rainbow six siege, gta online, state of decay 2 etc(along with the games above)✨

✨I currently have a 2 year old, 2 pound little chihuahua, her name is Suki! And I have my 3 year old leopard gecko, her name is Bebe(beh-Beh)✨

✨I have bad social anxiety, depression and I used to self harm years ago, being little comforts me not just for these reasons, but because it makes me feel euphoric and happy. ✨

✨I’m giving personal big information because I want people to feel like being little still comes with having to be big and adult when we need to. I support and love all of you, welcome to my little space✨❤️🤍🌱🌈✨

✨Anyone who wants to be friends I’m here!✨

#age regression #sfw agere #sfw little one #sfw littlespace #age regressor #little

[theangryjikooker]

It’s official! You have declared me as soft anon 😊 and how could you? Post that gif with jungkook hovering and encasing jimin in his arms?! Dear lord. Soft hour is open all over again 😭 but I love that moment so much 🥺 and I’ve seen that one where it looks like they held hands when the lights darken and all I can think is UHGGH how attentive. They are just the sweetest duo 🤧 seriously.

Can I just tell you one of my favorite jikook things? It’s when they tease each other! Liiiike that one time when jimin asked “isn’t that why you like me more?” (because he’s “shameless”, which, jungkook sweetheart you set yourself up for that one!) and jungkook became tongue tied (adorable <3) eventually he adds that jimin takes care of him. Meanwhile V says “name someone who doesn’t take care of you” LOL they are such dorks, trying to put jungkook on the spot, and jimin was just enjoying the whole thing 😂 anyway is there a moment where they tease each other that stands out to you??? Any moments that you found cute and funny? I just love it all and want to fangirl over it with someone who gets it 😁 if you don’t mind of course!

P.s. I saw your replies days ago but when I pop on to finally get this ask together I can’t help but noticed some unpleasant happenings. While I don’t fully understand what went on I still want to send good vibes! I know that it’s not all rainbow and sunshine here but still… BS drama sucks. Sending good vibes 😊

SOFT ANON I LOVE YOU 😭Your posts are so happy and positive, and I love that you give me an opportunity to talk about Jikook--especially after this past week. I'm so done with (toxic) shippers, you don't even know.

That gif was really something, huh? Was it a sly move on my part to show that that was also my favorite since I couldn't pick more than three? The world will never know.

The moment you mentioned is a good one! It's one of the rare instances I've seen Jungkook genuinely flustered--I mean that deer-in-headlights look! *melts* As for me? I'm going to cheat a little bit because I did mention this in the last ask you sent, but when Jungkook speaks for Jimin about how he's the one to make Jimin happy. And then during the fan meet during the BWL (?) era when Jimin is asked what makes him happy these days, and Jungkook says it's himself.

The reason why I pick those as my favorites as opposed to all the other moments is because it's the kind of teasing that has actual truth in it, and Jungkook knows it. We, as the audience, know that Jungkook makes Jimin happy, but it's far more interesting to me when Jungkook speaks for Jimin with conviction. I'm not saying this is what's happening, but it reminds me of the banter exchanged between people who like each other a little more than friends, like You like me, huh? Those two moments give me that vibe in spades, and I am SO soft for it.

Anyway, that's my favorite kind of teasing. I can only hope for more of it, but time will tell.

Thank you so much for your question, SA! You are a dream. ✨

#TAJ asks #soft anon #jikook #kookmin

[puppy-lovee]

Emerald, dimound & sapphire! 💖

[**TW, Fin probably over shares about his mental state to much ahhh]

emerald: does your f/o have any pet names for you? what about you for them?

Oh for sure me & Vic are both the type to use nicknames for people casually so it makes sense the both of us would have a lot of pet names for each other. Both cute and... Well 😂

. . .

Pup, puppy, baby, fucking asshole, darlin', peach, prince, baby boy, brat, little bitch, cuntboi, little, short stack, half pint, scra,, jack rabbit, bunny, little sausage, pork chop, loud mouth, short ass, dumb ass, mine, pretty boy, handsome

Big guy, baby, lovie, stupid over sized asshole, handsome, trouble, dick , hubby, light of my life [but to annoy him], softie, tiger, daddy, sir, boss man, buddy [but also to annoy him]

diamond: how difficult was it to win your f/o’s affection? how difficult was it for them to win yours?

It WAS NOT EASY. Have you met him? He is not a sunshine and rainbows kinda man and he is more than a little intimidating. He can be pretty cold to people especially people he works with but hey once I wedged a little crack in him by being a dick to the right person and I got him to the 'ok this dudes kinda funny' place it didn't take to much longer for me to weasel my way into the big guys heart.

So not to call myself out or anything but I'm kinda an attention whore that thrives on validation. So when I tell you that I made it my life goal to make this man laugh the second, I made a joke that forced the dryest of a little chuckle out of him? Yeah 😭. Idk it's probably the daddy issues but I'm attracted to men that make me work for it in the begining.

Aaaannndd oh boy did Victor make me work for it. He is not dumb, he is vary smart in fact and real good at reading people. So he picked up on how I lit up like a little puppy any time he through me a bone. Which is what made it vary fun for him to fuck around with me at the start. But the both of us got impulse issues so the second he realized his teasing flirting was kinda not teasing and how he'd vary much love to do the things he joked about he went 'oh shit' then went and did something about it. Cause that's how he do. Also idk if I was ever really trying to win Victors affection? I mean I adored the attention sure but I just kinda assumed he was teasing me. I never really thought a guy like him would like a guy like me so I never actually played to win, even if I had to push down butterfly every time we talked. I never tried because I never thought he would like me more or less love me back and I didn't want to ruin what we had going. He picked up on that of course and played along, he just saw that I was fucking around and it was fun to play the part back with me. That is of course until he realized that actual affections had grown in place of the the teasing.

Haha anyways!! That's enough over analysis. 😂

So to answer the question a little shorter, it took a while.

sapphire: does your f/o have anything they want you to do (for them or with them) that you’re reluctant about?

Ehh now really. He's pretty down for killing people which I am a tad sceptical & a little apathetic of. But ohh boy if he gives me the right kind of person I'm more than down. So nothin' I'm not really down for I guess.

Anywho!! Thank you so much for the ask anon!!

#self ship #self shipping #self shipper #self shipping comunity #f/os #self x canon #f/o #villain f/o #villain f/os #self ship ask #self ship ask game #love bites: 🐯💕 #possible tw

[annapostsstuff]

Tag💕

@ravena-dottir tagged me and I’ll respond bc why the fuck not😌

Name: Anna

Nickname: Annita, Anny, Anne, shorty, fatty,Queen Anne (gotta luv my bf💖), pink ranger, Po (one Halloween me and my friends dressed up as the Teletubbies, I was Po😂), mistress of the dark and evil, and the list goes on and on...

Zodiac sign: I’m not great with astrology but I’m a Virgo ♍️ and that’s pretty much all I know 🙃🤷🏻‍♀️

Height: A L M O S T 5’2 😭

Languages you know: English, Spanish and Clown 🤡, in all seriousness I’d love to learn more languages tho...

Nationality: I have double citizenship, Mexican and American.

Favorite Season: FALL, the weather, the colors, everything, Winter is a close second tho...

Favorite Flowers: Orchids and Roses, don’t make me choose bc I love both, they’re beautiful, they’re elegant, idk just love them❣️...

Favorite scent: Ok this is a tricky one because when it comes to perfume I usually go for floral, fresh, fruity scents. But I also love random scents like fresh coffee, vanilla, fresh linen, the earthy smell when it rains, idk, I’m really weird when it comes to this 😂

Favorite Color: is rainbow a color?🤔 Kidding, I love black, purple, blue and pink, in no specific order...

Favorite Animal: Oh man, I LOVE animals, I don’t really have a favorite, I couldn’t possibly pick one bc there’s something special about every animal that I like... but to keep it short I’m gonna go for Lions, butterflies, dolphins, but I honestly don’t have a favorite...

Favorite fictional character: Oh boy! This is gonna be a LONG one, good thing is that this isn’t fictional crush or else I’ll be here for hours and hours and there wouldn’t be enough characters, I’m gonna try to keep it short:

•Harry Potter (First fictional/celebrity crush EVER)

•Hermione Granger (Gotta love a smart bitch)

•Dr. Christina Yang from Grey’s anatomy (My ultimate spirit animal and soul sister)

•Captain America (America’s ass, come on I have to🤷🏻‍♀️😂)

•Natasha Romanoff (My bisexuality really jumped out watching CA:TWS)

•Jean Grey (We stan a powerful mutant)

•Mr. Darcy P&P (Do I even have to explain this one?🙄)

Coffee, tea or hot chocolate: COFFEE, COFFEE, COFFEE, this isn’t even a question, I love coffee so so much, I drink like 4 coups a day,maybe more, no kidding...

Average sleep hours: Around 3 and 5 hours, sometimes I get some extra hours...

Dog or cat person: Like I said, I love animals, I’m not a “dog or cat” person, I’m an animal person😌 I have both dogs and cats and I love them all🤷🏻‍♀️

Number of blankets you sleep with: One, depending of the weather it’s either a heavy blanket or a light one...

Blog Established: I don’t even remember how the fuck I got here, but hey here I am 🙃🤷🏻‍♀️😂

Followers: I don’t really know, around 100 last time I checked, but I love y’all 💕

Random fact: Random should be my middle name, honestly, but ok here are some random facts about me:

•When I was little I was OBSESSED with the power rangers(I even had to fight some bitches bc I WAS the pink ranger and you can suck it Susan, this isn’t a democracy🖕🏻) I actually had a couple of Power Rangers themed birthday parties and that’s what I wanted to be growing up, a power ranger... and a veterinarian, bc why the fuck not😌

•I’ve never, EVER have studied for a test in my life, idk if I’m proud or embarrassed for admitting this😂, but yeah I have a really really good memory so I used to pay attention at school and that was pretty much all the study I needed🤔

Im not gonna tag anyone specifically, but hey if you wanna take your time and do this, be my guest💗

By the way

Happy Valentine’s Day y’all❣️

#random tag #get to know me #im a weirdo